Jinny

Diagnosis that's half true, she smells the Limes, on a tree lined avenue, acts like she knows, the ties that bind, blows hard on her bones, hope holds you aloof, she knows that is right, except there's no clue, she won't be alone, in this cosy light, to break out the stones, but has to keep going through cold evening night, when the kids phone in, she sits near the flue, it's not like a crime, for a fire to warm you, thinks she'll be fine, drink leads to ruin, it's just a strange time, to know if you're through? the relatives will arrive, like a roll of the dice the mother mewling, nephew's face tight, they like a brew, whisky beer a little wine, even some moonshine, a place beyond the knife , no need for your fluting, i'll be back to stay, change to a different hue, dream of a life outside, moments to pray, there'll be no rice, i can't explain, when i'm close by you, yon't need me to hide, my thoughts in the ice a wolf howl at the moon, not like coming home, who knows where's the flame, a trapeze of broken runs, does our soul work this way, how can i fasten fame, acting like some walking tomb, can we ever really say, what makes a country tune